I'm off the noose and off on loose
I throw my racks in the back of the coupe
My boys be dogs but they don't even shoot
Drop off the bag and pick up the loot
Bouta act up
Bouta go crazy
Down to the south and up with the 80's
Pull up my belt
Please...
You don't even faze me
Got my boys on my back yea we climb to the top
Pull out my bucket yea I'm bouta mop
Sell some records yea u finna flop
"Oh! Young Jew on the track and he's goin so crazy"
I'm bathing in the sun
So Brazy
Stay in the shadows
Cause you lookin like Brady
Stay off my line
I won't call you no baby
I'm bouta reverse like I'm merkin the verse or the beat
Takin a seat
Cause I'm lurkin murder in the streets
Put fire in front of his beak